Be careful what you wish for. Bà told me that, and I'm starting to think she was right.
Tam and I always giggled and sighed over the legend of the Phantom, ever since we heard it. It seemed romantic, the idea that some mysterious stranger might give one of us a beautiful blue rose and whisk us away from ordinary life.
Now that a blue rose has been left for me, I wonder what really happened to those disappeared, black-haired girls. I'm scared. I don't want to be taken away by the Phantom. All I want is to be friends with Tam forever and see her every day even after we leave the school.
~
"Wow," says one girl to another. "The blue rose. I never really thought..."
The other girl laughs, high-pitched and a little bit manic. "Who would have thought it?"
The chairman walks by at that moment, dressed in his customary blue ao-gam. "Good morning, chairman sir," the girls chorus.
"Good morning," he says softly.
Bian realises suddenly that the chairman's expression is sort of blank and he doesn't seem to be blinking. Actually, he's always been like that, but she hadn't really noticed.
She puts it out of her mind. She has more important things to think about, anyway.
If he looks at her a little longer and more intensely than she would have expected, well, she's probably imagining it. Maybe there's a twig or an insect in her hair. She shudders and quickly brushes a hand over her long black hair, just in case.
~
"I love you, Tam," Bian whispers at her sleeping friend. "I wish we could be friends forever."
She knows that it is a hopeless wish. She's going to disappear soon.
~
The man wears a tattered black cloak over a tuxedo, his long black hair hangs loose and his mask looks like bat wings. Bian knows who he must be.
"Phantom," she whispers.
He smiles a madman's smile and starts to walk towards her. She turns and runs, only to collide with him when he somehow appears in front of her. She cries out as she falls down to the ground.
"You look just like her," he says, and reaches out to her. His hand is a monster's hand, green and clawed.
She screams and tries to scramble away, but he is right there, blocking her way again.
He laughs, a bitter and wild sound. "You look like her, but of course you aren't her." He sounds almost disgusted.
She takes a deep breath and lunges up, reaching desperately for his eyes or his hair or his throat, anything that might give her a chance.
He laughs and laughs. "Yes! Yes, fight me!"
She tries, she really does, but he is just too fast and too strong. She feels them in her neck, his too-sharp teeth, his fangs.
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soft and tragic as a slaughterhouse (Blood Plus, Karl + the girl from 10 years ago)
Date: 2014-08-05 09:42 am (UTC)Be careful what you wish for. Bà told me that, and I'm starting to think she was right.
Tam and I always giggled and sighed over the legend of the Phantom, ever since we heard it. It seemed romantic, the idea that some mysterious stranger might give one of us a beautiful blue rose and whisk us away from ordinary life.
Now that a blue rose has been left for me, I wonder what really happened to those disappeared, black-haired girls. I'm scared. I don't want to be taken away by the Phantom. All I want is to be friends with Tam forever and see her every day even after we leave the school.
~
"Wow," says one girl to another. "The blue rose. I never really thought..."
The other girl laughs, high-pitched and a little bit manic. "Who would have thought it?"
The chairman walks by at that moment, dressed in his customary blue ao-gam. "Good morning, chairman sir," the girls chorus.
"Good morning," he says softly.
Bian realises suddenly that the chairman's expression is sort of blank and he doesn't seem to be blinking. Actually, he's always been like that, but she hadn't really noticed.
She puts it out of her mind. She has more important things to think about, anyway.
If he looks at her a little longer and more intensely than she would have expected, well, she's probably imagining it. Maybe there's a twig or an insect in her hair. She shudders and quickly brushes a hand over her long black hair, just in case.
~
"I love you, Tam," Bian whispers at her sleeping friend. "I wish we could be friends forever."
She knows that it is a hopeless wish. She's going to disappear soon.
~
The man wears a tattered black cloak over a tuxedo, his long black hair hangs loose and his mask looks like bat wings. Bian knows who he must be.
"Phantom," she whispers.
He smiles a madman's smile and starts to walk towards her. She turns and runs, only to collide with him when he somehow appears in front of her. She cries out as she falls down to the ground.
"You look just like her," he says, and reaches out to her. His hand is a monster's hand, green and clawed.
She screams and tries to scramble away, but he is right there, blocking her way again.
He laughs, a bitter and wild sound. "You look like her, but of course you aren't her." He sounds almost disgusted.
She takes a deep breath and lunges up, reaching desperately for his eyes or his hair or his throat, anything that might give her a chance.
He laughs and laughs. "Yes! Yes, fight me!"
She tries, she really does, but he is just too fast and too strong. She feels them in her neck, his too-sharp teeth, his fangs.
She dies with tears running down her face.